"Everyone, grab your weapons, this kid is tough!" Mad Bull roared and pulled out a watermelon knife over three feet long.
The others also pulled out their weapons one after another. With even Mad Bull taking such precaution, no one dared to be careless.
Zeng Hu's body was indeed formidable. After being sent flying by Song Xiaodong, he was hardly injured. Staring at Song Xiaodong, he said, "So you're the kid who injured Mad Bull. Great, today I want to see what you're capable of."
He then took two things out of his pocket and slipped them onto his fingers, which had spikes on them. When he clenched his fists to strike, it was as if there was an additional weapon on his fists.
"Attack!" With a loud shout, more than ten people charged towards Song Xiaodong, with Zeng Hu and Mad Bull leading the charge.
